Sun
Cho: I’m positive it is not. This is the landline to my
private investigative office. So, unless this building
is illegally housing your spouse, which as the proprietor, I’d know
about, I suggest you try a different number.

Madman: You don’t understand, the zombie snuck the phone card to me.

Sun
Cho: What the hell are you talking about?

Madman: My wife! Keep up, will you?

Sun
Cho: No, the zom- Hold on. Did you say your name was Madman?

Madman: Yes.

Sun
Cho: And a zombie told you to call this number?

Madman: Yes.

Sun
Cho: Um, not trying to pry into your personal affairs or
anything, but may I ask which mental hospital you escaped from?

Madman: I fail to see how that is not prying into my personal affairs.

Sun
Cho: Apologies, I’m only trying to help.

Madman: Don’t worry about it. Actually, on second thought, I think I found
the mistake. What century are you presently in?

Sun
Cho: What? Um, the twenty-first.

Madman: I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. I forgot to factor in the time
difference with this demented demon on my tail.

Sun
Cho: Okay, I’m going to forget you ever mentioned a demon.
Although, I would like to know, are you implying you do not reside in
the same century as me?

Madman: Does that really come as a huge shock? Everyone knows these phones
can be a bit temperamental with the different time zones, especially
the ones in Budapest; for all this planet has to offer, the reception
sucks.

Sun
Cho: Planet?

Madman: What? Did you think I was talking about that dingy little Earth
city?

Sun
Cho: Admittedly, that was the first place that popped into my
head.

Madman: Look here, Sunny, as thrilling as this conversation has been, I have
to hang up. I really need to speak with my wife and the demon is
about to break through the mystic wards.

Sun
Cho: I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that.

Madman: Good luck would suffice.

Sun
Cho: Good luck then? Hope to never meet you in person.

The
PI quickly hung up, only to have the phone start ringing once more.

Sun
Cho: Still not your wife, Madman!

Female
Caller: I’d hope not, I’m his wife.

Sun
Cho: This day cannot get any stranger.

Female
Caller: Where’s my husband?

Sun
Cho: Last I heard he’s trying to call you from a demon
possessed location.

Female
Caller: Stupid zombie. This line needs to be cleared; I’m
going to change your number.

Sun
Cho: Don’t do that! We’ve had this number for over a decade. The locals aren’t accustom to change, they’ll riot and refuse to
accept it, consequently I will run out of business.